"Yes, although the person I am loyal to is from Sang Country, by a stroke of fate, he has received the love and support of the people of Mian Guo. They knelt for ten miles, begging him to manage this land. Under the earnest pleas of a hundred thousand people, the person I serve finally decided to stay and lead them towards a happy life."
Zhang Xiaoting said with a smile, facing the reporters while holding a glass of red wine in her hand. She was dressed in a Western-style evening gown, looking both beautiful and noble, and her signature diplomatic smile made her appear very competent.
This was in a city controlled by the strongest warlord in the central region of Mian Guo, and Zhang Xiaoting had been invited as a representative of Lu Yuanming.
There was no choice, less than a month after Luo Beiqiao left, the domain was about to run out of money and food.